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This year, no matter how much I try, I just can’t get in to the Christmas Spirit.

It’s like it’s not even December.

It’s cold outside, and our heating is on. I have a beautiful new pair of winter boots that hubby has bought for me (early birthday present). I’ve been wearing my lovely, grey, winter coat and scarf. Homemade, paper decorations are sprawled across our house – paper snowflakes, stars and chains. There are several Christmas cards on our window-ledge, and we’ve got a beautiful, wooden winter scene on display, that my dad made…

However, we didn’t have the tree up.

It’s become a tradition, in our house, that our tree and decorations go up on 1 December; but it wasn’t possible, as there was just too much to do in the house. There was still cleaning to be done, mainly due to a couple of mishaps in the boys room a few weeks ago (long story).

A couple of days came and went, and Gning was questioning why we haven’t got our tree up. So on 4 December, hubby got the step-ladder out, and up in to the attic he went.

He passed the attic door to me, and then I heard him say, “looks like we’ve got mice… There’s droppings everywhere”.

He passed the large, red bag, containing the tree down to me… “Be careful,” he said to me, “looks like they’ve eaten this…” Hubby then handed me a couple of our Christmas stockings, which also had decorations in them, but it looks like the mice had got to them too.

Everything was either chewed, or had droppings on. The tree bag was slightly damp, and had fresh droppings on it. It made me worried to open it in the house, so we carefully carried everything out to the driveway, where we keep our wheelie-bins.

Not actually our tree, but this is what we had to do 😦

Very little was salvageable. Thankfully, I managed to save a few of my special decorations that I had been collecting over the years. They needed a bloody good wash, but were still able to be used. So this left us with a handful of baubles, and a single set of fairy lights.

So it was decided. We had no choice but to buy a new tree and decorations, and we found them in our local Asda (otherwise known as Wal-mart).

As soon as we got home, we unpacked everything and started to decorate. Gning and Donut helped the hubby with the new baubles, and they had a great time in doing so.

Granted, our new 5ft tree wasn’t the 7ft tree we were used to, but it is still lovely all the same. I love it! It’s super cute, and fits in to the corner nicely.

We’ve still got a few things that we need to buy, but at least we have our tree up!

As for the mice, well, I’m afraid there’s not going to be any good news for them.

Normally I’m tolerant of mice. I like them. They’re so small, and they need to live freely, but I have a different rule when they’re in the house. And they are. They’re living comfortably, up in my attic, and I don’t want to take the chance of them coming down, actually in to the house. I’m currently pricing up traps… Not the old ones, that snap and kill (I couldn’t cope with that), but one of the box things…

Gning has had a wobbly tooth for a while now. It’s not his first – he lost his first tooth a couple of months ago, and we wondered when this second one would come out, because it was wobbly then!

It was 8pm when he came running out of his bedroom, in tears. “My tooth is coming out, it’s coming out now…”

We tried to calm him down, as whenever he cries, he always gets himself in to such a state, that he starts hyperventilating. You can see the tears in the photo above.

I suggested that he goes to brush his teeth, to try to “brush it out”. He insisted that he spits in to my hand – over the sink, just in case he spat it out. Nothing.

I suggested he have a go at pulling it out… Nothing. I got some tissue, and he had another go. Then hubby dearest had a go… Then me. Nothing.

By this point, Gning was in hysterics, and was punching out and kicking at hubby. Hubby was getting impatient, so to try to calm the waters, I asked Gning what he wanted me to do. He’s crying, his crying is upsetting me, and daddy is getting annoyed.

The tears come again, and Gning decides to phone grandad (my dad) to try to calm him down. It worked somewhat, as he then went to brush his teeth again.

Almost an hour later, and we were still nowhere. That blasted tooth was still stuck in the gum, yet it was even more raised than before. This was coming out tonight – like it or not.

I managed to speak to Gning, explaining to him that we were going to give it one more go – him, me, then daddy. If it didn’t come out then, he would just have to go to bed. I explained that if he accidently swallowed the tooth (more tears), the tooth fairy would still come; and they use special magic, through the belly button, to remove the tooth!

In to the front room, and Gning has another couple of goes at pulling the tooth with a tissue. Nothing but more tears. He’s starting to hyperventilate, and complains of a sore chest…

Now, I bought my car insurance through compare the market (not off topic – promise!!), and with it, I got a free meerkat. I got one of the limited editions, “Sergei” as “Obi Wan Kenobi”. I didn’t want to unbox it – I wanted to keep it as a collectors toy – which it should be, but I promised Gning that he could have it – out of the box, if he let daddy have three attempts…

Attempt 1 – Gning screams. He kicks out, and shakes. Nothing.

Attempt 2 – Gning shakes, and digs his fingers in to my arm… And it’s out.

I unbox the toy, and hand it over. Gning goes to rinse out his mouth, and although still whimpering, he goes to bed happy, with his tooth in the special bag that he got from the tooth fairy. It’s under his pillow now.

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I live in a rather busy (small) town in Merseyside with 3 amazing men... My hubby, and our two sons - ages 7 & 3.

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